“Wait outside a few minutes, Sam, will you?” said Mr. Pickwick.
Sam immediately withdrew.
Mr. Weller looked uncommonly wise and very much amazed, when Mr. Pickwick opened the discourse by saying:
“You are not an advocate for matrimony, I think, Mr. Weller?”
Mr. Weller shook his head. He was wholly unable to speak; vague thoughts of some wicked widow having been successful in her designs on Mr. Pickwick, choked his utterance.
“Did you happen to see a young girl down-stairs when you came in just now with your son?” inquired Mr. Pickwick.
“Yes. I see a young gal,” replied Mr. Weller, shortly.
“What did you think of her, now? Candidly, Mr. Weller, what did you think of her?”
“I thought she wos wery plump, and vell made,” said Mr. Weller, with a critical air.
“So she is,” said Mr. Pickwick, “so she is. What did you think of her manners, from what you saw of her?”